"Feed! I shouldn't think she could bear the sight of anything more after all that lunch," said Dick. "Beside, there isn't any feed about here."
Somebody suggested that Bob Trotter had brought some hay and corn for his horses. Dick proposed that Julius should go for some. Julius proposed that Dick should go. Valentine offered to bring it, and brought it—some corn in a basket.
"Suke! Suke, Bossy! Suke, Bossy! Suke!" Dick yelled as though the cow had been two hundred feet off instead of ten. He held out the basket. She came forward, sniffed at the corn, threw up her lip and took a bite. Dick set the basket under her nose and hastened to put himself in milking position. But that was the end of it. He could not milk a drop.
"I can't get the hang of the thing," he said.
"Let me try," said Kit.
Dick gave way, and Kit pulled and squeezed and tugged and twisted, while the others shouted with [laughter].
'I BELIEVE SHE'S GONE DRY,' SAID KIT.
"I believe she's gone dry," said Kit, very red in the face. At this the laughers laughed anew.
"Some of you who are so good at laughing had better try."